Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2022 20:22:55 +0000 From: Jason Smith Subject: Looking at My Son Differently Chapter 2 WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy. Feedback and comments welcome at jockboydad@outlook.com. Thanks for all the feedback, comments and ideas so far! Reminder: Nifty operates off donations to provide this and other stories. Please consider donating at: https://donate.nifty.org/ Copyright 2022 Looking at My Son Differently (Chapter 2) After the bathroom jack off incident with Ben, I once again was filled with feelings of guilt and dread. I didn't want to lose the amazing relationship I had with Ben, or my my wife, over these horny thoughts that kept popping up into my head. I tried to ignore them, but the image of Ben's smooth muscular body, his long cock that looks so much like mine, his smooth round ass... Fortunately, I didn't sense any change in Ben's behavior or conversation with me afterwards, so I'm glad he didn't feel awkward or ashamed about it. He even joked about it at the gym the next week when I was able to do more bicep curls than him. "Well, now I know I can beat you in at least one thing," he joked, grinning at me between sets. "Ha, that was only round 1, so don't get cocky," I shot back without thinking, inadvertently opening the door to another session. I didn't think he sensed my lust for him that was developing. For him, this was all probably just another guy thing he was learning from the dad that he looked up to. The next weekend, my wife was in Napa with some of her girlfriends. I was doing some work around the house when Ben texted me to ask if some of his teammates could come over to the house to swim after lacrosse practice. The team had practices three times a week during the summer to maintain their conditioning, which Ben supplemented with even more time at the gym. I told him sure, no problem. Then he asked if it's ok if his buddies swim in their skivvies so they didn't have to go to their houses first to grab their swimsuits. I told him that's also fine since his mom isn't here, and our backyard is private. About an hour later, three cars arrived and a group of seven sweaty lacrosse players walked past me as I held the front door open. I was glad my wife wasn't here because only a true jock can appreciate the smell that they were carrying into the house. "Hey, Mr. Anderson!" they all said enthusiastically as they walked past me. I had already met each of the guys before during their games last season. Ben was the last to come in. "Hey, dad, thanks for letting us all come over. Practice was hard as hell, so the guys were psyched to come chill in the pool for a bit," he said. I think he enjoyed being the guy with the pool, and the cool dad, to show off to his team. "No problem, son. I put a bunch of towels out by the pool, so have fun," I said to him as he ran to catch up with the rest of the guys who were dumping their gym bags into the family room. I turned to get back to my housework, walking past the room where they were now pulling off their shirts and engaging in all sorts of locker room discussions, ranging from how hard coach was riding their asses today, to one guy's date with a girl named Susie the night before, to joking about how bad one of the guys smelled that day. This type of bonding was important for a team, so I was glad Ben was part of it. A couple minutes later, I heard the back door open and a rapid series of splashes, so they didn't waste any time in getting into the cool water. After a while, I went into the kitchen to grab a case of the energy drink that Ben likes to bring out to the guys. As I turned to get into the full view of the pool, I almost dropped the drinks when I first caught glimpse of these seven kids all wearing nothing more than their jock straps in the pool. I guess that made sense since they came directly from practice, but when Ben said they were going to wear their skivvies, I guess I'd assumed that meant boxer briefs or something more than just a cloth pouch for their dicks and balls, with their asses out. I tried not to gawk, but I couldn't help survey each one of them. I was surprised to see that several of them were wearing different colors of jock straps. I guess even jocks are getting stylish now. But for the ones wearing white jocks, they were practically transparent when they got out of the water, giving me a full view of their teenage cocks tucked against their balls. Despite my fatherly bias, Ben had one of the best bodies out of all of them. Each of them had something really going for him, whether it was a hot ass, bulging biceps or a ripped chest, but Ben still had the full package from top to bottom. There was just one guy, a senior named Colt, that was more defined and developed than Ben. I quickly realized that I wasn't just admiring their athletic physiques as a fellow jock. It was something more stirring inside me. Jesus, what was wrong with me? "Hey, boys, I brought out some drinks for you," I announced, interrupting the horseplay going on in the pool. "Awesome, thanks Mr. A!" Colt announced, pulling himself up from the side of the pool, which showed off his massive arms. He walked toward me, dripping wet, his jock not hiding anything at all, smiling. I tossed a can to him from a couple feet away, wary of him getting too close to me, or he'd notice me checking him out. He opened the can and tilted his head back, giving me an even better view of his cut torso and amazing ass. He reminded me of the actor that played Thor in all the recent movies. "Ah! Thanks! I needed that! And thanks for letting us take over your pool, man." "No problem, Colt. I'm sure you guys needed it after a hard practice," I replied, now tossing cans to several of the other guys who'd gotten out of the pool, including Ben. I strained not to pop a woody right there, standing in front of this group of dripping wet jocks in see through pouches. "Hey, Mr. Anderson, we're about to start a game of pool football, but we're one guy short. Wanna join us?" one of the guys asked in front of the group. "Nah, I better not. I've got to finish some work in the house, so you boys have your fun without an old guy crashing your party," I joked. "Come on, man. You're still one of us!" another encouraged me. I looked over to Ben to read his facial expression. Most teens wouldn't want their dad coming to hang out with their friends, so I didn't want to spoil it for him. To my surprise, he nodded yes to me. It probably helped that it was the other guys' idea and not his, or worse, mine. "Alright, alright, I'll join you, but just for one game," I conceded, leading to an eruption of cheers from the entire group. "Let me go grab my suit." "Nope! Skivvies only today in the pool." "Bro rules today!" another yelled out. I hesitated. "Come on, man, equal playing field!" came from the back of the group. "Fine. Geez, you guys have strict rules for a pool game," I joked as I pulled off my t-shirt. "Damn, look how jacked Ben's dad is!" I heard from one of the guys in the back. It was true, I was still more muscular and fit than even Colt, and I guess none of the guys besides Ben had ever seen me shirtless. "Damn, Mr. A, you're a beast!" Colt said, eyeing me up and down. I smiled, and flexed my arm, joking, "Well, some day when you grow up, you can have this body too." That caused an uproar of laughter and jokes from the guys that I was giving their senior shit. Getting more comfortable with the guys, I unbuttoned my shorts and dropped them down, revealing my tight white briefs that were straining against my dick. "So that's where you get your snake from, Ben!" one of the guys yelled out. Several of the others were a bit speechless seeing me standing there in front of them in my briefs. I was kind of enjoying the attention. It wasn't easy turning 40, so seeing these jocks admire my body was a nice boost of confidence. I looked over at Ben just to make sure he wasn't feeling uncomfortable with me having just become the center of attention, but he was beaming with pride, as the guys around him were nudging him, commenting how lucky he was to have a jock dad like me. "Alright, so whose team am I on?" I asked the crowd. "I don't know, man, we may need to readjust the size of the opposing team. I wasn't expecting that under those clothes!" Colt joked. "Come on, you're with us!" Jimmy, one of the guys that was close to Ben said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and leading me to one end of the pool, happy that his chances of winning had just increased dramatically, as another group, which included Ben, jumped in and gathered on the other to strategize how they were going to take us down. Jimmy ended up being our quarterback, and naturally they designated me as a lineman given my size. Ben was was opposing quarterback, with Colt positioned directly across from me, since he was the only guy remotely close to my size. The game got going, and it ended up being a lot of fun. While it was mostly horsing around, any time you have a group of competitive athletes, there was going to be some inherent competition involved. "Tackling" was mostly dunking the opponent under the water. A couple times when Colt jumped up to grab the ball, I was able to hook my arm between his legs and pull him up from his crotch to body slam him back in the water. The first time I did it, the other guys couldn't stop laughing and teasing him for getting taken down by a dad. He laughed it off and returned the favor the next play, as he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pushed me down under the water. I laughed and nodded to him, giving him due credit as we came up. He gave me a squeeze on the ass as he waded back to his position. The other guys loved to pile onto me, resulting in quite a few teenage hands all over my body, and mine on theirs as I attempted to pull them off. This inevitably resulted in a few contacts between my hand and their crotches and asses, and I definitely felt some on mine. If it hadn't been for the physical exertion, I probably would have been hard the whole time. Fortunately, whenever I'd start chubbing up, I could focus on the next play and calm myself down in that area. We were all having a blast horsing around like this for about an hour. We had lost track of the score, but decided to do a final all-or-nothing play, with Ben throwing. As the play started, it became clear they were going for a hail-mary, with Colt and two other guys tasked with taking me down. The three guys immediately jumped on me, struggling to get me down in the water so I couldn't intercept the throw. They were focused on the task, and didn't care where their hands went. At one point, a stray hand got hooked into the waist band of my briefs and pulled them down over my ass, which I hadn't realized because I was too distracted at hearing the cheers of Ben's team as his teammate caught the final throw, winning the game. "Sorry, old man. Better luck next time," a cocky Colt prodded me as he patted me on the chest. "Fair win, I guess, when it takes three of you to take this old man down," I joked back at him. He grinned, acknowledging the dig was a good one. Winded, the guys started climbing out of the pool in front of me, resulting in a collage of jock asses for me to admire from behind them. As I got out of the water, I finally realized my briefs were down over my ass. As I pulled them back up, one of the guys pointed out that they had a huge tear in the ass. The rest of the guys were dropping their wet jocks and grabbing towels to dry off, so I did the same. It gave me memories of my college locker room days drying off with a bunch of other jocks. Like every locker room, each of the guys was making quick glances at each other and me, sizing each other up. I threw my towel over my shoulder and made my way over to Ben, who was bent over drying off his legs. "Hey, son, I'll get out of your way now. Hope I didn't intrude, but that was actually a lot of fun. Nice throw there at the end." "Thanks, dad. Was fun seeing you school the guys. By the way, Colt and Jimmy wanna stay and play some video games. Is it cool if they spend the night?" "Sure. Want me to order some wings and pizza? I think you guys burned off enough calories today for that." "Yeah, awesome!" he responded, almost giddy, as he walked over to tell Colt and Jimmy. I headed inside, as the rest of the guys finished drying off and went inside to get dressed and eventually all took off except for Ben, Colt and Jimmy, who quickly headed up to Ben's room to play video games. I went to my room to hop in the shower and rinse the chlorine off. I hadn't bothered to close the bathroom door. As I was toweling off my head, walking back into my bedroom, I was startled by Colt standing in my bedroom, a towel still around his waist. "Oh, hey, Colt. You surprised me. What's up?" I asked, realizing I was buck naked in front of him. "Hey, Mr. A, I didn't bring any clothes over, and Ben's are a little small on me, so he thought I might be able to borrow something from you." "You can call me Jack while it's just us guys in the house, Colt. And, sure, no problem. I've got some shorts and a shirt that should fit you...." "Actually, I kind of like lounging in underwear, I mean, if that's ok with you, since the misses isn't around and it's just us guys," he said. "Uh, yeah, I mean, sure. Well, that'd be more clothes than I'm wearing standing in front of you now," I joked. "Haha, yeah, Mr. A, I mean Jack. But if I had a body like that, I'd be walking around naked too," he said, looking me up and down. "You're in great shape there too, Colt. You're the biggest guy on the team, so you have nothing to be ashamed of," I complimented him, staring down at his chest and abs. He smiled and pulled his towel off and tossed it on the bed, revealing an amazing dick, his entire crotch was shaved smooth, so I could see every vein and inch of his cock and low hanging balls. "So, can I try on some of your underwear?" "Uh, sure," I said, snapping myself back into reality from gazing at his dick, but still nervous about being in this situation with one of my son's friends. I pulled my underwear drawer open and pulled out a pair of light blue briefs and a pair of athletic boxer briefs that went further down the thigh. "Either of these work?" "Let me try these," he said, grabbing the small briefs. I watched as he pulled them up and tucked his dick into the pouch, turning around to give me a shot of his tight ass filling them out. I immediately started to get a little hard. "What do you think, Jack?" "Uh, looks like they fit great, Colt," I mumbled, struggling to look away from his crotch for fear for getting full blown hard. "You know, your dick looks exactly like like Ben's," Colt said very matter of factly looking over at my semi-hard dick. "Yeah, well, the men in my family tend to pass down our bigger dicks to our sons," I said, looking down at my still growing cock. Jesus, what would it look like if someone walked in and I was standing naked in front of Ben's scantily clad (in my own underwear) teammate with a hardon... "Listen, Colt, why don't you take both pair of those, and you can borrow them," I said, trying to get him out of the room before this went any further or got any more awkward. "I think I'll try the boxer briefs on. I might get a little cold in these skimpy ones, haha," he responded, ignoring my attempts at getting him out of the room. As he slowly pulled off my briefs he was wearing, I couldn't keep my eyes off his smooth dick, noticing that it had become slightly more engorged. Colt noticed and grinned slyly, rubbing his hand over his dick to readjust himself. At this point, I couldn't control myself any more and I was fully erect. Colt bent down on his knee to pick up the boxer briefs, but as he looked back up, he stayed down, and before I knew it, he had his hand around my dick, pulling it into his mouth. "Colt! We can't.....Oh.....Shit....Fuck.....Oh god, that feels good....." A dizzying sense of pleasure and emotions rushed over me. I knew this was wrong, but my dick in his mouth felt fucking amazing, and I didn't want it to stop. My wife could only get about half of the length of my cock in her mouth, but Colt was going down to the base, something I hadn't felt since, well, probably I was his age. Each time he pulled my dick into his mouth, his tongue flittered along the underside and around my swollen head. I could tell this was not the first dick he'd sucked. He reached up, and started playing with my nipples, sending shivers down my whole body, and causing my dick to pulse in his throat. I am usually very loud and vocal during sex, so I struggled to keep it down, as my bedroom door was still open. I grabbed his head with my hands and started thrusting harder, realizing that he could take the roughness. His moaning signaled that he was enjoying it, and I looked down to see his hard dick was flopping around. "Fuck, man, your throat feels so good. Don't stop," I instructed him, looking down at his naked body and muscles, now coated with a light amount of sweat. My dick was rock hard as I was fucking his face. Colt pulled off, looking up at me and smiling. "I'm glad you like it, sir. Lay back on the bed." I jumped on the bed, face up, spread eagle, displaying my huge dick to him as he crawled toward me on the bed, his eyes fixated on my cock. But his face passed my dick and he went up to lick and lightly bite my nipples, causing me to moan loudly and pull his face into my chest. He spit into his hand and reached down to jack my cock some more, his face moving up to kiss my neck. He then sat up, inched forward so he was now straddling me, giving me a full view of his muscular chest and abs. He reached behind him, grabbed my dick, and then guided it into his ass. I didn't have time to react to what was happening before I felt my entire dick slide into his tight wet hole, as his ass cheeks finally met my thighs as I was fully inside him. I'd never fucked a guy before, so this whole sensation was completely new to me. As soon as he got me all the way inside me, my dick pulsed, hitting against his prostate, and his dick involuntarily started shooting streams of cum onto my chest, one spurt hitting my face and lips as he continued to shoot, his head rolled back as his body convulsed in pleasure as he orgasmed. He was still drenching me with the largest load I'd even seen. I licked my lips, catching a taste of his cum, as I started to thrust up into his ass, now in full eye contact with Colt as he caressed my dick with his hole. As he was riding me, he reached down, gathered some cum with his finger, and held it out for me to lick it off. He then leaned forward to kiss me passionately, his load still on my lips. Feeling his smooth lips against mine, the taste of his cum, and his tight ass around my cock was the last straw, and I immediately started pumping my load into him, my arms wrapped around him tightly, pulling him against my body as I shoved my seed deep into him. Even after I finished shooting, he stayed on top of me, slowly kissing my neck. After a couple minutes of staying in this intimate embrace, he sat up, his hands on my chest, his load all over both of us, and my dick still in his ass. "Damn, Mr. A! That was amazing. I've never cum like that before. I think you got every drop out of me," he said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I think I pumped enough back into you to make up for it," I joked, running my hands along his muscular thighs as he was straddling me. I started to come back from my orgasm-triggered drunkenness. "Listen, Colt. I've never done anything like this before. And it was fucking amazing. But I have a wife that I love, and I don't want to mess up my relationship with Ben..." "I gotcha, man. Don't worry, I'm not looking for a relationship. I've got girlfriend too. You're just hot as fuck, and I've been wanting to do this for a long time. Just two jocks helping each other out." "Ok, good. And don't mention anything to Ben, ok?" I said. "Sure, man. But just so you know, he's been everywhere you just went." I paused, surprised at this revelation that Ben had been messing around with a guy. He'd never said anything to me. My mind was racing between picturing Ben fucking Colt just like I had, to questioning whether I had said something to make him feel uncomfortable about being open about his feelings for guys. But then back to the thought of my son and I fucking the same guy... Colt saw the puzzled look on my face. "Don't worry, man. He's been wanting to tell you, he just hasn't found the right time. Hell, half the team has sucked that monster dick of his, and they were all salivating over yours in the pool earlier," he revealed. "If you would have pulled that thing out, you would have had a feeding frenzy, haha." I started getting hard again. "Mmmm, that get you going, man? Wanna go again?" Colt said, feeling me get harder inside his ass. "Tempting, Colt, but better not," I joked, sitting up to him him a quick kiss before he pulled off of me. I couldn't help but give his smooth bubble butt a firm smack as he turned past me to get off the bed. He paused with his ass up, looking back at me smiling, waiving it in my face. I leaned forward and pulled his muscular cheeks apart, seeing my cum dripping from his hole, and licked his hole clean. Moaning, Colt said, "Seriously, man, if you wanna fuck that again, go for it." "We better rinse off," I said after I'd cleaned my load off his hole, motioning to my shower. On the way to the shower, I took one last swipe of Colt's cum off my chest and pulling it up to my mouth to lick off. Damn, the boy's cum tasted good. I let Colt shower off solo, as I didn't trust him, or myself, getting lathered up together. But watching him in the same shower that I'd seen my son wash up the other day, I started getting hard again. I knew I should feel bad cheating on my wife, and with my son's friend (and fuck buddy no less), was nothing to be proud of. But as I processed what had just happened, I realized that I had been yearning for it, and it wasn't something my wife could give me. I tossed Colt a towel as he stepped out of the shower, water dripping down his muscular body. He liked that I continued to check him out as he dried off, making sure to turn around when he bent over so I could see the ass I had just taken. "Thanks again, Mr. A. You are one hot fucking stud, man." "You are too, Colt. That was definitely something," I said, smiling, as he gave me a big bear hug and then pulled on my boxer briefs and headed out the door to meet up with my son and Jimmy. To be continued.....